ll 'Corn
Crusher' has come back," he said, "having killed one right at the
lodge."

Big Turtle said, "O war chief Comb, make an attempt. Sit in the door
of the lodge where Corn Crusher sat."

Comb did so. He was very handsome. Then a woman came out of the lodge.
She found Comb. "Heretofore I have been without a comb. I have found a
good comb for myself," she said. Very soon she combed her hair with
it. Comb pulled out all the hair on one side by the roots.

She said, "A very bad comb, but I thought it was good." She threw him
away at the door. Then he went back. He went back with the hair he had
pulled out.

"He whom you call 'Comb,'" he said, "has come back, having snatched
all the hair from one at the lodge."

"Good!" said Turtle. "O war chief, when we reach home, we shall cause
the women to dance."

Then Big Turtle said, "O war chief Awl, make an attempt. Go sit in the
door of the lodge where war chief Comb sat."

Awl was very handsome. He was very good to look at. He sat in the door
of the lodge. A woman passing out, found him. "Oh! I have found a good
awl for myself," she said. "Heretofore I have had no awl. It makes me
thankful." She went back to the lodge with him. She spoke of sewing
her moccasins with him. "I will sew my moccasins with it," she said.
She sewed them. She pierced her fingers with him. She missed in
pushing him, sending him with force. There was much blood from her
fingers. She threw him away at the door. "The awl is indeed bad. I
have indeed hurt myself. I have wounded myself badly." She threw him
far out from the door, sending him homeward.

"He whom you have called 'Awl,' O war chief," he reported, returning
to Big Turtle. "I stabbed one right at the lodge; I killed her." He
returned with his spear very bloody.

"O war chief," said the others to Big Turtle. "Awl is coming back,
telling his own name. He has killed one."

Big Turtle said, "Ho! O war chief. You make me thankful. Since it is
you, I will blacken my face. The village shall be joyful. Ho! O
Pestle, make an attempt. You will lie in the door of the lodge where
Awl lay."

Now Pestle was very handsome. Then he arrived there. He lay where he
was commanded to lie. A woman went out and found Pestle. "Oh! I have
found a very good pestle for myself. I had no pestle heretofore," she
said.

She took him back to the lodge. She took some corn. She filled the
mortar and pounded the corn. She beat it fine. She thrust Pestle
beyond,